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thigh-tapping. “Let’s go again from the beginning. More passion, less dominance on the kiss.” He’s letting me guide the scene physically—precisely how I work best. “Emma, a little more reaction—you’re starting to respond just before he pulls away.”
    As the cameras are realigned, I smile down at her, whispering, “Don’t worry.”
    She smiles back, still nervous, which is fine. All she has to do is follow my lead, which she’s doing flawlessly so far. This time, I pull her towards me, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other sliding down her arm, tugging her forward onto her toes, unbalancing her so that she leans into me as I kiss her. Hands curled into my chest, she’s a perfect illustration of Lizbeth Bennet’s surrender to Will Darcy’s passion.
    “Excellent, spot on,” Richter says. He rubs his hands together.
    Hell, yeah .
    Daria shows Emma to the exit after we run another couple of scenes and Richter tells her he’ll be in touch. She nods and thanks him, glancing at me. My relaxed expression gives nothing away, but there’s no doubt in my mind—she’s Lizbeth.
    *** *** ***
    Emma
    When I come home from the gym a week after the audition, my father and Chloe are popping a bottle of champagne. “You got the part!” he says as Chloe squeals and offers me a glass. I’ve been chosen to play Lizbeth Bennet in School Pride . The financial details were settled for more than I’ve earned in the past several years combined. Filming will start in mid-August, on location in Austin.
    Dazed by the news, the salary, and the thought of working with Reid Alexander for three solid months, I do what any other girl would do. I grab my phone and text my best friend. Emily is at choir practice, but I’m hoping the threat of choir director ire won’t keep her from answering.
     
    Me:  I GOT IT
    Em:  OHMYGOD!!!
    Me:  I know! Holy SHIT.
    Em:  I have never been jealous of you before, but OMG REID ALEXANDER!?!!!!
    Me:  I’ll call you after the champagne celebration and chloe’s dance of glee. UGH.
    Em:  Ignore her. This is about YOU <3
    Me:  Will try, idk if ignoring her is possible, you have no idea.
    Em:  Oh trust me, i have an idea.
     
    ***
    “I guess we might not be able to do this forever, huh?” Emily says, glancing around the mall food court, the straw of her smoothie never leaving her mouth. It’s late July. In less than a month, I’ll be departing for Austin to film my first wide-release movie.
    “What, go out in public?” I recall the paparazzi-mobbed celeb I’d watched from the hotel restaurant in LA. “I don’t think I’ll be that well-known.”
    “Well, we don’t know how famous you’ll be, do we? Don’t forget,” she leans closer and lowers her voice, “you’ll be kissing Reid Alexander , making you the object of loathing and hate mail for half the preteen girls from here to Canada.”
    Any time I think of that kiss, I still feel it. What I said about hot guys not being the best kissers? Scratch. That.
    “Crap.”
    “Totally. Except the kissing Reid Alexander part.” Emily leers, waggling her eyebrows.
    “Em,” I shake my head, “you have a one-track mind.”
    “Whatev, babe. I’ve tried to warn you regarding the underbelly of the lives of the rich and famous—it isn’t pretty. Drugs, drinking, accidental porn…”  She slurps the last of her smoothie.
    “Emily, you know I don’t—okay wait, what the hell is accidental porn?”
    “You know, the kind where you have no idea your innocently lascivious weekend was filmed through a teeny camera in the ceiling, until it’s too late and people are downloading it off the Internet like, well, online porn.” She swirls a fry through the pool of ketchup we’re sharing.
    “Innocently lascivious?” I’m not sure if I should be insulted or jealous of this version of myself that Emily is painting.
    “Hey, I’m not judging your sex life here, I’m just saying it like it is.”
    “Emily Watson,